He shared a photograph of the morning, breaking over the city, the buildings still night-lit, only the hint of a dawn.
She shared some pictures of a walk in a fields in the mist, then the sun breaking golden, through.
They don’t normally share photographs, either of them, but they were good, really good.
I was teeny bit jealous. These were the kind of pictures I was supposed to take!
I was (I am glad to say!) a larger part glad, and hopeful that perhaps my own practice had played some small part –
Some encouragement maybe that you don’t need to ‘be’ a photographer to take photographs, you don’t need a fancy camera, you don’t need to know anything about apertures or lenses, you just need to be willing to be open to the moment and capture what you see,
And let the day break over you like the dawn, or the sun peering through the mist,
Or a rainbow, arcing, on the hill.